by Heart, D. J.
Standing there, cock hard and lips tingling, David decided that he was glad he’d woken up early to have breakfast with Adam
2
Adam
Adam spent a hectic morning at the office, on the phone with his team in Japan and then dealing with the lawyers handling the Belvedere merger, before his friend Derek Breer called and asked him to lunch.
It was a welcome reprieve, and Adam happily accepted the invitation. He met Derek at a quiet restaurant located just a few blocks from his office, heading inside to find Derek already seated at a table in the back.
“Adam, good to see you,” Derek said, standing and grasping his hand in a firm handshake.
“You too,” Adam said, taking a seat. “How’s Celeste?”
“Celeste is doing well.” Derek huffed out a little laugh. “She has a new boytoy from Greece, very handsome, and she’s absolutely infatuated. I barely see her these days.”
Adam grimaced and shook his head. “And you’re not jealous?”
He didn’t understand Derek’s relationship. If David had ever ignored him in a favor of another man he would go crazy.
“Oh no, I know that there’s nothing to worry about. Besides, I’ve been seeing a woman from Iceland. We’ve been exploring suspension bondage down at the club.”
“Suspension – you mean with piercings?” Adam was intrigued. He remembered a suspension demonstration at the club a few months back, and he wondered if the woman from that scene was the same one Derek was seeing. If so, she was older than his usual type.
“Hooks, but yes.”
Adam imagined hoisting David into the air by a series of hooks piercing his skin, and the mental image made a shudder run down his spine. It wasn’t the kind of thing he’d try out himself, but watching someone who knew what they were doing teach David how to fly – that could be fun.
“Sounds intriguing,” Adam said. “Will there be any more demonstrations? I’d love to see David’s reaction to it.”
The look Derek sent him was knowing. “You think he’s ready for that? From what I remember he’s pretty green.”
“He handled Rex’s farm all right,” Adam said, shrugging. “He’s surprisingly good at rolling with the punches.”
“Rex’s place, really?” Derek said, stroking his chin. “Are you sure you aren’t pushing him too fast?”
Adam smiled, but it was strained. “David is fine. I know what I’m doing.”
Derek held up his hands in surrender. “Didn’t mean to imply otherwise,” he said, even though he clearly had. “You know him best, I’m sure.”
Adam let out a grunt of acknowledgement, catching the eye of the waiter and calling her over. He turned back to Derek.
“I had them go easy on him,” he said, feeling defensive. “Nothing too extreme.”
“So you didn’t have him branded?” Derek asked, teasing.
“Fuck no.” Adam ignored the slight tingle in his balls at the thought of marking David like that. Though he could admit to himself that there was something appealing about the thought of branding David, of putting his stamp on him to let everyone know who he belonged to, he wasn’t so far gone that he’d ever actually try to make it happen.
“But he’d let you if you asked him.”
Derek sounded sure, and there was a challenge in his voice that didn’t sit well with Adam.
“But I wouldn’t ask him.”
Derek just hummed, and the arrival of the waitress put a halt to the conversation.
Adam ordered a salad, handing the woman his menu and leaning back.
“So did you invite me here to bust my balls about my sub?” he asked, half wondering if Derek had taken it upon himself to give him the shovel talk on David’s behalf. It wouldn’t be the weirdest thing Derek had ever done.
Derek barked out a laugh. “Fuck no. String him up and bleed him dry for all I care. I asked you here to talk about your bachelor party. I’ve made some plans, but I need a date.”
With everything going on at work and with David, Adam had almost forgotten that Derek had promised to throw him a bachelor party.
“How about this weekend?” he suggested. With David going to Vegas, it would be nice to have something to distract him from having to spend the weekend alone.
“This weekend?” Derek leaned back in his chair, clearly exasperated. “You want me to put together a bachelor party in three days?”
“I do, yes.” Adam smirked. He knew that Derek was more than up for the challenge.
“Why?”
“David is having his in Vegas this weekend. It’s better if we overlap, but if that’s a problem we can do it later…”
“This weekend is fine.” Derek rubbed his temple. “Who do you want to invite? And don’t say just me. A bachelor party with two people is just sad.”
Adam would have been happy for it to have been just the two of them, but he knew that Derek wouldn’t let him get away with that.
“Depends, what kind of part is it?”
“I was thinking at the club, unless you have someone you want there that isn’t into the scene?”
“No, the club is fine. How about Rex? I owe him for letting me use the farm.”
“All right. Rex and Cody. Anyone else?”
“Maybe Sam?” Adam suggested.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Derek said. At Adam’s questioning look he elaborated. “I’m having Clay Bolt provide the entertainment.”
Adam’s cock filled at the mention of his favorite dom. He loved watching Clay work – loved how unabashedly evil he was – and knowing how seriously Sam took the idea of safe, sane and consensual, it was little wonder that the gentle dom wouldn’t approve of Clay.
Clay barely paid lip service to the rules of BDSM in his videos, and when it came to private shows he completely abandoned the concept of safe, sane and consensual entirely.
“Just us and Rex, then,” Adam said.
He’d been dreading spending a weekend without David, but now he was almost looking forward to it.
“All right,” Derek said, grinning. “I’ll contact Rex and make the arrangements.”
3
David
David spent the whole day hard as a rock, Adam’s command not to touch himself rendering him incapable of thinking about anything else.
When he got the text from Adam that he was heading home, David went to the bathroom and cleaned out his hole, took a shower and then put on the football uniform that Adam had bought him.
It wasn’t until he’d finished tucking his erect cock inside the sinfully tight pants that he realized that he’d broken the no touching rule. His balls pulled up and his cock throbbed in anticipation of how Adam would punish him.
Studying himself in the mirror, David had to admit that he didn’t entirely get the appeal. The football uniform was bulky – the padded pants and shoulder pads making a mockery of his natural proportions – and he felt more foolish than sexy. But Adam would think he was hot, and since David needed to come more than he needed to feel cute, that was all that mattered.
Putting on the helmet, his face hidden behind the bars of the face cage, David fastened the chin strap and put on his new cleats before taking a seat on the edge of the mattress.
He checked his phone, but there was no new message from Adam. He wasn’t expecting one. Adam usually sent him a text when he was done with work and on his way home, but that was it.
Standing up, once again catching sight of himself in the mirror and feeling exceedingly silly, David made the decision that he would greet Adam at the door. He made his way out of the bedroom and through the apartment, kneeling down in the middle of the front hallway, clasping his hands behind his back and bowing his head.
The submissive pose felt almost ritualistic, and David was immensely proud of himself for coming up with the idea of waiting for Adam like this. He could practically hear the purr of Adam’s deep voice telling him that he was a good boy.
Cock throbbing again
st the nylon of his uniform pants, wishing he hadn’t tightened the laces quite so tight, David counted off the seconds in his head. Shifting his knees, adjusting the chin-strap on his helmet, time passed and there was still no Adam.
When he’d gotten into position he’d imagined Adam stepping through the door almost immediately after, but a good ten minutes had passed and David’s knees were starting to get sore – and Adam still hadn’t shown up to see how good he was being.
David was getting fidgety and restless, and when the door finally opened it caught him off guard, making him jerk in surprise.
He looked up just in time to see Adam notice him, Adam’s shoulders squaring as he straightened up and went into dom mode. Lips curling into a pleased smirk, Adam dropped his briefcase on the floor and kicked the door closed with his foot.
“Well isn’t this a nice surprise,” he said, walking forward and circling David’s kneeling form. David’s first instinct was to crane his neck and watch him, but he pushed down the impulse and bowed his head submissively. He was rewarded by Adam’s fingers trailing down the back of his helmet and touching the nape of his neck, making him shudder.
“Are you eager to play?” Adam asked, stroking along the edge of the shoulder pads under David’s cropped jersey. He crouched down in front of David, fingers reaching through the bars of his face cage and curling down, shaking it gently and making David’s head move back and forth.
David hadn’t considered that Adam might use his helmet as a handle – to control him – but he liked it. Adam’s fingers were right there in front of him, curled around the metal bars, controlling him without even touching his skin.
“Yes, daddy,” David said, licking his lips and leaning into Adam’s hold. “I’ve been waiting for you all day.”
Adam let out a deep chuckle. “You have, huh? And have you been good?”
“I touched my dick when I was putting on these pants, just to tuck it in, but that was it. I didn’t jerk off all day.”
“Hmm,” Adam hummed, one finger uncurling from the helmet and stroking David’s cheekbone. “But you touched yourself, even when daddy told you not to?”
“Yes, daddy.” David would have hung his head in shame if Adam didn’t have such a tight grip on his helmet.
“Was it an accident, or did you do it on purpose?”
“No daddy, I forgot,” David said.
“So I shouldn’t punish you?”
“You should, daddy. I was bad.” David’s words trailed into a whine when Adam reached down and cupped his hand over David’s crotch, wrapping around the thick length of his cock. He didn’t knead or squeeze, he just held his hand there, a light pressure that made David feel like he was going to go crazy.
“All right, daddy knows just how to punish his little jock boy.” Adam reached for the chin strap on David’s helmet, tightening it until David’s jaw was practically clamped shut. “How’s that?”
“It’s okay,” David said, the chinstrap forcing him to speak through his teeth.
“Good. Now follow me.”
Adam rose from his crouch and headed into the penthouse, and David went down on his hands and knees to follow him.
“You’re not a puppy, David. You’re a jock boy. Up on your feet.”
Adam’s voice was stern and clipped, and David couldn’t stop the massive blush spreading over his cheeks as he got up on his feet.
He followed Adam, surprised when rather than head for the bedroom Adam took him to the home gym.
He hoped they weren’t going to wrestle again. Being thrown around was fun, but he was still feeling sore from their last match and he wasn’t up for more now.
“On the treadmill,” Adam said, taking off his suit jacket and draping it over the weight rack by the mirror before moving to stand next to the treadmill. He unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves, leaving his tie in place.
David watched him, eyes fixated on Adam’s strong forearms, and got up on the treadmill. He wondered what game Adam was playing.
“You’re going to run until I tell you to stop,” Adam said, no room for argument. He reached up to the treadmill’s control panel and turned it on, starting David off on a slow jog before gradually increasing the pace until David was running at his usual pace.
The football uniform made running feel much more awkward than usual, the bulky shoulder pads getting in the way of his arms, and his new cleats needed breaking in before any kind of running would be comfortable.
“That’s it, son. Nice and steady.”
David’s gut clenched with hot arousal. Adam had never called him son before, but now it was out there and David wanted to curl up and die it was so hot. He’d been calling Adam daddy since they got together, but that had never made his insides feel as gooey and thrilled as he did now.
David felt like a sick puppy.
“What was the rule daddy told you this morning?” Adam asked, oblivious to the way David’s arousal had been turned up to eleven.
“Don’t touch myself,” David said, still speaking through clenched teeth, his hands itching to reach down his front and do just that. The steady rhythm of his feet hitting the treadmill filled the air as he waited for Adam’s response.
“And you broke the rule, didn’t you, boy?”
“The other thing,” David panted, before he could stop himself.
“What?” Adam sounded confused.
“Call me the other thing, please.” David couldn’t believe he was asking for this.
“What was that?”
Adam sounded genuinely confused, and David had to clench his eyes closed with embarrassment as he forced himself to say the word he wanted Adam to call him.
“Son,” he said, forcing the word out like if he said it fast enough it would be less embarrassing. “Please.”
Adam reached out and let his hand rest on David’s ass, rubbing it as it moved up and down with each lift of David’s legs.
“You like daddy calling you son?” Adam asked, sounding thrilled.
“Yes, daddy,” David panted, his breathlessness entirely the result of arousal.
“I can do that, son,” Adam said, hand still on David’s ass. “Even though you broke the rule.”
“Sorry, daddy.” David was really getting tired of not being able to open his mouth.
“That’s all right, son,” Adam said, his voice low and gravelly and happy. “But you still need to be punished.”
“Yes, daddy.”
“So daddy is going to wear you out,” Adam said, hand sliding up to David’s lower back. “Going to teach you what happens to horny little jocks who can’t keep their hands to themselves.”
David grinned, entirely on board with the idea of Adam wearing him out. Being pounded into oblivion was hardly a punishment. Now if only they could get off the treadmill and get down to business, David would be a happy boy.
Adam left David’s ass and moved his hand back up to the control panel, David’s cock throbbing in anticipation of finally getting started, but rather than turn off the treadmill Adam pushed the button to steepen the incline, holding it down until David felt like he was running up a mountain.
Betrayed, David shot Adam a forlorn look, but Adam just smirked and stepped away from the machine. Crossing his beefy arms over his chest, Adam watched David run, just standing there silently, and David realized with a horrible sort of clarity that this was the punishment.
Adam wasn’t going to wear him out by fucking him, he was going to wear him out by forcing him to exercise.
“Now you get it, son,” Adam said, grinning at the horrified expression David shot him.
David closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to shift headspace and get into the mental flow of working out, but it just wasn’t working. The football uniform was too strange to run in, and the steep incline was throwing him off his game. David hated running uphill, and he never increased the incline when he was working out for himself.
It was exhausting.
David almost asked Adam how long he would have to run for, but he stopped himself just in time. He knew better than to ask.
Staring down at the timer on the control panel, David saw that he had been running for two minutes. His usual program lasted forty, and he hoped that Adam wasn’t going to make him push beyond that.
There was no way he could run uphill at this speed for that long.
The timer ticked on, Adam standing there staring at him while slowly squeezing his bulge, and it didn’t take long for David’s thighs to start burning. His breaths were coming in short pants, the chin strap holding his jaw shut making it impossible to take the kind of gulping breaths he felt like he needed, but he was getting enough air that he didn’t have to worry about getting light headed.
It was just uncomfortable.
“You’re doing good,” Adam said, walking forward and lowering the incline by fifty percent. David was amazed at how much easier it suddenly became to run. “Making me proud, son.”
David’s cock throbbed, Adam’s words washing over him and making a tingle run down his spine. He was glad his pants were so tight, otherwise his hard cock would have been flopping around like a maniac.
“Looking good, son,” Adam said, moving back to stand in front of the treadmill while he shamelessly groped his massive cock through his suit pants. “Looking real good.”
* * *
Adam kept moving the incline of the treadmill up and down, and by the time the timer on the control panel hit fifty minutes David was close to collapse. His legs burned, each step like his cleats were dipped in lead, and no matter how hard he panted he just couldn’t get enough air. His pristine uniform was drenched in sweat, the inside of his helmet like a furnace, and his cock was reduced to a half hard state of confusion. Adam barking orders at him and calling him son was hot as fuck, but he was too exhausted to properly enjoy the experience.
It reminded him of the pony walker at Rex’s farm. David had thought that Adam was just going with the program there, but now he was beginning to realize that his fiancé actually got off on seeing him like this.
